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Avantgarde evil reverberations - 100%

mantic, October 17th, 2010

Ah, Like Drone Razors Through Flesh Sphere, that bizarrely named blackdrone outfit that I've just gotten turned on to and subsequently have become obsessed with, whose appearance on the Those Who Dwell Beyond I describe as something akin to demonic blackened ambient dub. I really can't get enough of this band, although it looks like their releases are going to be hard to track down. Indeed, this split with avant-guitarist Miguel Prado is the only other release of theirs I've found so far. The three tracks that LDRTFS contribute to this album are plenty heavy, and not only do they share space with the dark, clanging guitar drones of Prado (a prolific collaborator who has worked with guitarist Julien Skrobek and avant/black/noise sculptors KTL), but the disc also features a lengthy collab piece between both artists at the end.
Like Drone Razors begin with a series of massive black hole reverberations, eruptions of growling tectonic drift and distorted synths, soft swirling smears of black orchestral ambience, high end shrieking tones, droning cellos, and bits of industrial clang and creep coming together into a sort of blackened kosmiche dronemusic, dense and crushing. The second track is pretty different, sounding like a blackened, infernal version of Scorn with huge bass drops way off in the distance, crushing blackened doom riffs, trails of creepy high end melody; it's like a hellish trip-hop instrumental streaked with wheezing accordion-like drones and pure blackened ambience, like Portishead gone satanic black ambient with blackened doom guitars buzzing in the background. Awesome! Last is a twenty minute dronescape of rumbling guitar drift and lilting high end melodies, roaring space synths, Troum meets Tangerine Dream but with vast bottom end thunder, roiling luminescent storms of blissed out megadrone that slowly becomes darker and more ominous as wailing voices from hell and Gregorian chants and waves of distorted guitar drag the kosmiche bliss-out into the depths...
Miguel Prado's "side" is titled "DescripciĆ³n de un Combate", and consists of four tracks of abstract improv industrial guitar noise. What sounds like scraping metal and resonant steel sheets are actually the sound of Prado's heavily manipulated and processed guitar, which he uses to forge metallic drones mixed with amp buzz and cable sputter, creates dark, rumbling worlds of minimal subsonic thrum, tense dronescapes and blasts of heavy noise. Pretty cool stuff that's similiar to Troum/Maeror Tri, but harsher.
The eighth and final track "Aurum Nostrum Non Est Aurum Vulgi" is where Like Drone Razors and Miguel Prado finally team up, a twelve minute dronescape that opens with soft subterranean vibrations, metallic chimes lingering in the darkness, a far-off doom-laden bass line, haunting minor key guitar strings, the sound like that of an oud being played in some deep, dank, moss-covered cave, wreathed in the soft metallic whirr of prayer bowls being rubbed and deep, subsonic synth notes rumbling at almost imperceptible frequencies...a dark, mesmeric ambience, and a perfect ending for this disc.
Presented in a gold handscreened envelope with a vellum insert sheet.
(Crucial Blast)